As I already mentioned, in my previous story, I was telling you about how I started in the role of a slave. I also mentioned that my cousin rented me to two of his friends.

This is what I'm going to tell you about this time.

My life continued to be exactly the same with my cousin. It was already a habit for me. I knew my daily obligations. He demanded good grades in school, if I didn't have them, it was a very harsh punishment, first he would hit me, then he would make me do household chores, and finally, he would make me put water and food in a container that he had bought (where dogs or cats are fed) and finally, he would tie my hands and put a chain around my neck (like a dog) the chain was not very thick but I couldn't take it off because my hands were tied, so he kept me like that for two days in a row, eating from those containers, he would put food in them when it was about to run out.

Regularly, two of his friends would visit him, they would come to drink beer, smoke weed, and sometimes bring girls from the street.

I had to attend to them in whatever they wanted, go buy beer, snacks, or whatever they offered.

One of them was Moreno, tall. This character seemed very dirty to me, not to mention that he wasn't physically attractive. He was a police officer.

The other one was a white-skinned man named Victor, a bit chubby, he looked like an educated person, so much that he would question me about what I was doing with my cousin and the police officer. But well, I just thought about it...

On occasions, when they were already drunk, the police officer would spill beer and make my cousin clean it up with his tongue, he did this to me every time he came to the house and they drank, my cousin just laughed and encouraged him to spill more beer. I would see Victor's face and it seemed to me that he wasn't very comfortable with what the others were doing, but he just looked and remained silent.

I always had to keep the house spotless. So, this pair of friends of my cousin already knew that I was there for that, they had already gotten used to seeing me as the servant, although for me, that wasn't a problem.

They didn't abuse me sexually, but they did abuse me by asking me for beer, cooking something, or doing anything that they wanted. My cousin had already introduced me to them from the beginning, obviously as his errand boy. He never mentioned that I was his cousin, he also told them that I did all that because I liked it. They never told him that it was wrong.

This lasted for a couple of years. My life with my cousin continued the same until he lost his job. From then on, he was always at home, always irritable, always yelling, hitting furniture, and throwing everything in his path. I had to pick up immediately what he threw.

One of his friends arrived one day. He came as usual, brought beer, and they drank and smoked, and my cousin told his friend t...